Our Missing Hearts Audiobook Novels & Stories

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

My dad was just her current victim, and she’d brought along her dead ex-husband's daughter and a mountain of baggage. I missed Chloe. She was the only thing that made school—and my life—bearable, but lately, she was acting like I didn't exist. It didn't help that I hadn't been properly milked in days. The ache in my chest was almost as bad as the ache between my legs. I crawled into my massive bed, slipping my AirPods in to drown out the silence of the house. I pulled up a video, something raw and aggressive. It was a group of tall, muscular Black men absolutely wrecking a tiny blonde girl. They had her pinned, filling every single one of her holes at once.

Hours ticked by before silence returned, only to be broken by his low, ragged voice. “What am I missing?” The sound of anguish in those words pierced through the walls, straight into my chest. I pressed a hand against my heart clutching my chest tightly. “Why does my heart feel… like there’s a piece of it gone?” His breath hitched, his voice raw. He clutched his chest, and I could almost picture him, doubled over, searching himself for an answer he could not find. And then came the words that shattered the careful web I’d spun. “Is someone out there… waiting for me?”

“What happened to me, Budz? I do not know what came over me. I just felt like something crumbled inside my heart. But thank you for coming over and trespassing. Who knows what would have happened if you did not come. I might be another corpse to bury.” Hearing that Rain shuddered. “Never, ever say that Ami. You are still young, you still have a life ahead of you. What about us? Are we not your family? What about Mabel, Manong Robert, Manong Jerry, Mom, Auntie Antonia and the Al Fahezis, don’t we count as your family? You are being unfair Ami, haven’t you thought of us (of me)? If you will be gone, you will leave a lot of broken hearts behind (mine especially). Please, never, ever say that Am

If only I knew then,that not one but 3 hearts were going to break. And mine was going to be one of them. ................................................... End of flashback

I cared for you, ever since I saw you, you became my heartbeat, and now that you're gone, my heart forgot it's beat. ---- This is the end of part one, the second part of the book will be uploaded soon after some days. Please support me as much as you can. I'd really appreciate it, and you guys mean the world to me <3 Okay, won't bore you more, I hope you liked the book so far. Thanks, V:)

Holding tightly to her mother’s hand, Eliza started “Mama, again I would like to apologize to you and to you all of my folly when I was younger. You prided yourself on my being a sensible girl but I failed you when I fell for the despicable charms of two vain young women. Their tricks led me to a situation that nearly destroyed me. They brought me to a wedding where a predator of young children was attending and left me to fend for myself if not for Aunt Rosa shielding me. One day while walking home to school, he stalked me and almost cornered me and God knows what could have happened if my brother did not arrive on time. Only Aunt Rosa and godmother Claudia knew of this, but please do not b

The Heart's essence, in spite of the fact of it being weakened, was still glowing, a flicker of hope within the repercussions of devastation. Clara’s heart leaped with renewed determination. The Heart was not truly gone, it had chosen to remain with them, to guide them in their journey. With renewed resolve, Clara turned back to her friends, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “The Heart’s still with us. We can still make a difference.” Their journey was far from over, but Clara knew they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their hearts united by the power of hope and the promise of a brighter future.

He stayed in the same spot from day to night, from sunrise to sunset. Several days had passed, and Michael looked on with sympathy, his heart heavy for the man. He approached, offering gently, "Mr. Sinclair, perhaps you should get some rest. I can stay here and watch over Ms. Cooper." Jonathan didn't respond, simply waving him off. Reluctantly, Michael left, understanding there was no convincing Jonathan. Time seemed to freeze in the sterile quiet of the room. The silence was oppressive, thick, and suffocating. Jonathan hadn't slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot, his body weary. Regret and sorrow mixed together inside him as he stared at Kylie, lost in thoughts of the past—the moments the